All our lives we've dreamed about it
Just to find that it was never real
This sure ain't no great Valhalla
Coming closer each turn of the wheel
Forlorn adrift on seas of beige
Bullied suckered pimped and patronized
Every day your tawdry little lives
And I saw it coming but still
In and out of consciousness
It breaks my heart to see you like this
Crying wringing hands and cursing fate
Always so little far too late
There's still one call to make
And I saw it coming and I